Name: You may address me as "sir"
Age: Born in1988 - A fine vintage.
Hair: As sexy as the rest of me. Which is to say: very.
Current Mood: Vaguely amused and slightly deafened
Current Location: A few seats down from Bell.

I was awakened this morning by Bell having a domestic with her mother's Howler. I mean, who in their right minds crosses blades with a HOWLER? The amazing thing was, Bell actually rendered it speechless for a good five seconds or so. I choked on my coffee and spilt it all over the Daily Telegraph. George complained bitterly when the hot chick that had been on the front page hurriedly dived out of the picture.

Now, Bell's stubbornness on the Quidditch pitch is to be admired. If Harry hadn't shown up when he did, she'd be our next Seeker, because once she's locked in on something, she does not give it up easily. Maybe it's not obstinacy. Maybe it's loyalty. Whatever it is that makes Bell Bell, it makes it difficult to argue with her and come out the winning side. It's infuriating. Annoying. Endearing. Charming. It makes her as scary as hell at certain times of the month.

But I was worried about what effect that Howler would have on her. She may be pig-headed, but she knows when someone makes a valid point. It's just, study has never been her strong point. She's a bit of a day-dreamer, with her head up in the clouds. And when her head's not up in the clouds, the rest of her is. Maybe I've been making her practise too much.

But I know Bell – she's a hands on, practical person. If she doesn't see the point of doing something, she won't do it. That's not to say she's not smart or capable: she's incredibly quick witted. She's perceptive too; she knows more about any other Quidditch member's weakness than their coaches do. I run most of my game-plans past her first, because she'll pick up the flaws before anyone else, quite often me included. I would run all my game plans past her, but I come up with some of my game plans quite late at night and early in the morning, and one time when I paper-airplaned them to her, she set them on fire.

But, in all truth, mostly Bell has a one-track mind. And to complete the enigma that is she, when she's not hell-bent on something occupying her thoughts, she's up in the air, completely distracted.

So I had to come up with a strategy to keep Bell in the game, so to speak. I think sport's metaphors have become permanently ingrained into my psyche.